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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
8
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44
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Remember Me
A/N: We’re on a roll now, and after plenty of encouragement I’ve been able to steadily write this scandalous little piece. Enjoy and review please~
Love Fool
Chapter 2; Remember Me
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Goodbye, my friend, until we meet again
Some other day, I know so much will change
But looking back I can say, I wouldn’t change a day
I hope you can say
That you understand the only life we have
Is here and now, not up in the clouds
With every breath we can say, it is a band new day
I know I can say the same.
------
“Naruto…”
Her fingertips slid onto his taught shoulder, the girl’s ivory skin almost glowing against his bronze exterior. His head lolled back towards her, craning over the neck of the chair, his expression angelic while he slept. Hinata was unable to hold back her smile.
“Hmm?” Was all that came from behind his lips. His eyelids slowly raised, the blue of his irises a deep navy.
“I…I did not mean to wake you, but I wanted to at least say good-bye before I left on my day mission.” She replied in a soft voice.
The blonde slid his hand over hers, remaining silent as his eyes began to close. The Hyuuga’s face grew melancholy, wondering if he even cared that she was going to…her cheeks quickly brightened to pink as Naruto raised his other hand to tap his index finger to his lips.
“Well?” He pressed, playful gaze still curtained.
Obligingly she lowered her lips to his. Their kiss was short, but tender and lingering; it was one that would keep her cheeks rosy for the rest of the day. The sliding door clicked shut and the jinchuuriki’s eyes snapped open, their deep blue of moments before replaced by a vibrant cerulean with a mischievous glint of red. Jumping up from his chair and not bothering to catch it on its tumble to the floor, he raced to the bedroom, swiping the black tank top from the bed and pulling it over his head. He stumbled when he shoved his feet gracelessly into the usual black sandals but regained his balance once his hand was on the edge of the shouji. It was slid open and shut with a traditional ‘clack’.
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The afternoon could not be anything less than gorgeous. It was warm, the blue sky was clear and a cool breeze pulled through her pink tendrils and tickled her neck. Leaving home her usual training outfit, she had opted on a free-flowing, knee length ivory sundress and wooden sandals on her feet. An empty basket swung at her side as she moseyed through the marketplace, the stalls less busier than she thought they would be.
“Afternoon, Haruno san!” The fruit stall shopkeeper called out to her with a smile, waving her over.
“It’s a good thing you called out to me, I nearly forgot that strawberries were on my list…” she replied with a sheepish smile.
The woman smiled back at her, “Keeping the kitchen stocked in your little love nest, are you?”
Sakura couldn’t keep the blush from appearing on her cheeks. The entire village knew her living situation and they seemed to have the problem of bringing it up in every casual conversation. With a tied bag of strawberries dropped into her basket she quickly placed the money in the latter’s hand.
“I suppose you could say that, but these are mostly for me, Sasuke doesn’t have a great taste for sweet things…”
The woman’s expression was looking to contradict the kunoichi’s statement as if she knew better. In hope to lessen the already deep blush on her cheeks, she quickly thanked the other and hurried down the street to another stall. One bag of strawberries, two packs of beef, a packet of udon noodles, one carton of milk, and two more awkward conversations later, Sakura was ready to go home and fix herself a meal. A heavier basket at her side she decided to take the back streets home, wanting to soak up every moment of the lovely afternoon she so rarely saw.
As she neared the corner she was supposed to turn on, the girl noticed the academy she had attended years ago was rather empty for the middle of the day. Maybe they’re all out on training missions, she thought. Stepping towards the fence that enclosed the backyard of the building, Sakura hesitantly slid her fingers onto the wood before pushing the gate open. The yard was the same as she remembered. Lush, cool grass, a strong tree in the corner with a sad looking swing swaying from it. The kunoichi stepped out of her sandals and wiggled her toes between the cold blades, the tiniest of giggles escaping her. Setting down her basket hastily, she hurried to the swing but found that she was reluctant to sit on it once she was there.
That swing had a sense of Naruto about it, a deep sadness that had never left an object that was meant for happiness. Shaking the cheerless thoughts from her mind, she gripped the ropes and plopped down onto the plank of wood. The branch above creaked in response. Slowly Sakura began to urge it back and forth, her slender legs outstretched with lime-colored toenails pointed towards the sky. A bright smile was one her face, one of genuine delight as the skirt of her dress rippled behind her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever smiled once sitting on that thing,” came the voice from the rear of her.
Sakura’s spine prickled, a rolling wave that ended in raised hairs on her neck. Her ankles slid to a stop in the grass from the unexpected shock. Suddenly his hands were enclosed over hers on the ropes; the kunoichi’s breath hitched. Those tan hands warmed her to the depths of her soul--among other places. Steadily her breathing rose to that of normalcy but found she still had no response for him.
“But it was nice to see you having more fun than I ever did,” Naruto smirked, noting his former teammate’s speechlessness.
Sakura swallowed before carefully choosing her words, “Were you here the entire time?” She asked softly.
“Only long enough to remember how amazing your smile is,” he replied, his tone identical to hers.
The blonde took his hands from the ropes. It left the kunoichi wishing they were still there until she found them sliding up her arms and onto her shoulders. Only a few days had passed since their drunken encounter in the liquor closet. The next morning she had pushed it to the back of her mind, hoping it was one stupid decision she would never make again. But when his breath was licking at the back of her ear she knew that the other night was just the beginning.
“Naruto…” it came out in a sigh when it was meant to protest what was about to happen.
His teeth were on her shoulder, nipping their way up her neck, tugging on the earlobe before his hand was gripping her chin and pulling her head to the side so he could claim her lips with his. Sakura’s toes curled in the grass. This was better than before; a sober mind trumped her earlier drunken horniness. The jinchuuriki’s hands had slid around to her stomach, wrinkling the fabric as they slithered up to her aching breasts.
“Ah! Naru--”
“Get up,” he growled against her open lips, cutting off whatever objection she was about to utter.
Sakura clumsily got up from the swing, unsure of just what he was planning. Suddenly the waist of her dress was wrenched back and she spun around in the confusion only to stumble right into his lap. Now sitting on the swing as she had, the blonde pulled her back up to straddle his lap. The hardness against her underwear was too obvious to deny. His mouth was at her neck again while his hands pulled down the straps of her dress, freeing her chest to cool air of the tree’s shade. The kunoichi was grinding down against him as his tongue traveled every inch of her breasts, his name on the end of every moan that passed her lips.
“Naruto…please, Naruto,” her voice was breathless, eyebrows screwed up in confused ecstasy as she was suckled into bliss. Her nails dragged against his scalp, lost in the gold spikes that were steadily becoming unkempt from her excitement.
He jolted against her, his arousal twitching impatiently; she mewled like a kitten in heat. Before she was aware of it, one of her hands had traveled down to the button of his pants, snapping them open and tugging down the zipper swiftly. Using one hand to lift her dress to her waist, the blonde used the other to pull aside the bridge of her panties, his middle finger dipping down to run against the slickness of her arousal. The kunoichi squirmed against him. Before her pants could turn into protests, he had slid inside her, all the way to the hilt and filling every aching inch. Involuntarily her hips rolled against him, each upward thrust forcing her closer to what she needed.
Their tongues couldn’t resist each other. They were caught in a flurry of open-mouthed kisses while their bodies came against each other again and again, until his retreated to find her shoulder. Naruto bit down on the nape of her neck, hard. Sakura cried out, the unexpected pain tipping her into climax while his spilled inside of her.
They sat in that position for what seemed like forever. The pants eventually slowed and the blonde retracted his mouth from the possessive wound he’d left moments before. For a moment she thought his eyes were crimson, but shoved the idea from her mind the instant it revealed itself. Quietly they came apart, buttoning and tying whatever had come undone. Sakura smoothed the wrinkles from her dress, unsure of what to say as that familiar lump formed in her throat. Naruto watched her with a quiet intensity. He had wanted to make her his, but now she looked like a doll that he had broken. Her unspoken regret was painful to see.
“Naruto, I--” she choked.
“Don’t say anything, Sakura,” he whispered, taking her face in his hands and kissing her with all the tenderness he possessed. She gripped the straps of his tank top as she wrenched her lips from him, the uneven emotions overwhelming her.
“What are we doing?” Sakura said in exasperation, her brow furrowed together. Emerald eyes searched sapphire, but his thoughts were unreadable.
Without the strength to let herself cry in front of him, she pushed him away; her heart was crumbling. The kunoichi rushed to pick up the grocery basket and slip back on her sandals, lip trembling as the tears began to spill onto her cheeks. Sakura ran out of the gate, never looking back and hoping that it was the last time she would give in to something she had always wanted, but had not realized until now.
He watched her run away, dress rippling and tussled hair whipping behind her. Naruto fell back onto the swing, his swing, with a sadness that it had always known to be his. This was not how it was supposed to be.
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A/N: I’m sorry to make the end of the chapter sad when it was going so well…I just don’t believe Sakura would have an easy time with the situation, given the circumstances, and despite her willingness with Naruto. Anyhow, next chapter as soon as I figure out how to clean up the mess.
Much love,
Usagi
Love Fool
Chapter 2; Remember Me
------
Goodbye, my friend, until we meet again
Some other day, I know so much will change
But looking back I can say, I wouldn’t change a day
I hope you can say
That you understand the only life we have
Is here and now, not up in the clouds
With every breath we can say, it is a band new day
I know I can say the same.
------
“Naruto…”
Her fingertips slid onto his taught shoulder, the girl’s ivory skin almost glowing against his bronze exterior. His head lolled back towards her, craning over the neck of the chair, his expression angelic while he slept. Hinata was unable to hold back her smile.
“Hmm?” Was all that came from behind his lips. His eyelids slowly raised, the blue of his irises a deep navy.
“I…I did not mean to wake you, but I wanted to at least say good-bye before I left on my day mission.” She replied in a soft voice.
The blonde slid his hand over hers, remaining silent as his eyes began to close. The Hyuuga’s face grew melancholy, wondering if he even cared that she was going to…her cheeks quickly brightened to pink as Naruto raised his other hand to tap his index finger to his lips.
“Well?” He pressed, playful gaze still curtained.
Obligingly she lowered her lips to his. Their kiss was short, but tender and lingering; it was one that would keep her cheeks rosy for the rest of the day. The sliding door clicked shut and the jinchuuriki’s eyes snapped open, their deep blue of moments before replaced by a vibrant cerulean with a mischievous glint of red. Jumping up from his chair and not bothering to catch it on its tumble to the floor, he raced to the bedroom, swiping the black tank top from the bed and pulling it over his head. He stumbled when he shoved his feet gracelessly into the usual black sandals but regained his balance once his hand was on the edge of the shouji. It was slid open and shut with a traditional ‘clack’.
------
The afternoon could not be anything less than gorgeous. It was warm, the blue sky was clear and a cool breeze pulled through her pink tendrils and tickled her neck. Leaving home her usual training outfit, she had opted on a free-flowing, knee length ivory sundress and wooden sandals on her feet. An empty basket swung at her side as she moseyed through the marketplace, the stalls less busier than she thought they would be.
“Afternoon, Haruno san!” The fruit stall shopkeeper called out to her with a smile, waving her over.
“It’s a good thing you called out to me, I nearly forgot that strawberries were on my list…” she replied with a sheepish smile.
The woman smiled back at her, “Keeping the kitchen stocked in your little love nest, are you?”
Sakura couldn’t keep the blush from appearing on her cheeks. The entire village knew her living situation and they seemed to have the problem of bringing it up in every casual conversation. With a tied bag of strawberries dropped into her basket she quickly placed the money in the latter’s hand.
“I suppose you could say that, but these are mostly for me, Sasuke doesn’t have a great taste for sweet things…”
The woman’s expression was looking to contradict the kunoichi’s statement as if she knew better. In hope to lessen the already deep blush on her cheeks, she quickly thanked the other and hurried down the street to another stall. One bag of strawberries, two packs of beef, a packet of udon noodles, one carton of milk, and two more awkward conversations later, Sakura was ready to go home and fix herself a meal. A heavier basket at her side she decided to take the back streets home, wanting to soak up every moment of the lovely afternoon she so rarely saw.
As she neared the corner she was supposed to turn on, the girl noticed the academy she had attended years ago was rather empty for the middle of the day. Maybe they’re all out on training missions, she thought. Stepping towards the fence that enclosed the backyard of the building, Sakura hesitantly slid her fingers onto the wood before pushing the gate open. The yard was the same as she remembered. Lush, cool grass, a strong tree in the corner with a sad looking swing swaying from it. The kunoichi stepped out of her sandals and wiggled her toes between the cold blades, the tiniest of giggles escaping her. Setting down her basket hastily, she hurried to the swing but found that she was reluctant to sit on it once she was there.
That swing had a sense of Naruto about it, a deep sadness that had never left an object that was meant for happiness. Shaking the cheerless thoughts from her mind, she gripped the ropes and plopped down onto the plank of wood. The branch above creaked in response. Slowly Sakura began to urge it back and forth, her slender legs outstretched with lime-colored toenails pointed towards the sky. A bright smile was one her face, one of genuine delight as the skirt of her dress rippled behind her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever smiled once sitting on that thing,” came the voice from the rear of her.
Sakura’s spine prickled, a rolling wave that ended in raised hairs on her neck. Her ankles slid to a stop in the grass from the unexpected shock. Suddenly his hands were enclosed over hers on the ropes; the kunoichi’s breath hitched. Those tan hands warmed her to the depths of her soul--among other places. Steadily her breathing rose to that of normalcy but found she still had no response for him.
“But it was nice to see you having more fun than I ever did,” Naruto smirked, noting his former teammate’s speechlessness.
Sakura swallowed before carefully choosing her words, “Were you here the entire time?” She asked softly.
“Only long enough to remember how amazing your smile is,” he replied, his tone identical to hers.
The blonde took his hands from the ropes. It left the kunoichi wishing they were still there until she found them sliding up her arms and onto her shoulders. Only a few days had passed since their drunken encounter in the liquor closet. The next morning she had pushed it to the back of her mind, hoping it was one stupid decision she would never make again. But when his breath was licking at the back of her ear she knew that the other night was just the beginning.
“Naruto…” it came out in a sigh when it was meant to protest what was about to happen.
His teeth were on her shoulder, nipping their way up her neck, tugging on the earlobe before his hand was gripping her chin and pulling her head to the side so he could claim her lips with his. Sakura’s toes curled in the grass. This was better than before; a sober mind trumped her earlier drunken horniness. The jinchuuriki’s hands had slid around to her stomach, wrinkling the fabric as they slithered up to her aching breasts.
“Ah! Naru--”
“Get up,” he growled against her open lips, cutting off whatever objection she was about to utter.
Sakura clumsily got up from the swing, unsure of just what he was planning. Suddenly the waist of her dress was wrenched back and she spun around in the confusion only to stumble right into his lap. Now sitting on the swing as she had, the blonde pulled her back up to straddle his lap. The hardness against her underwear was too obvious to deny. His mouth was at her neck again while his hands pulled down the straps of her dress, freeing her chest to cool air of the tree’s shade. The kunoichi was grinding down against him as his tongue traveled every inch of her breasts, his name on the end of every moan that passed her lips.
“Naruto…please, Naruto,” her voice was breathless, eyebrows screwed up in confused ecstasy as she was suckled into bliss. Her nails dragged against his scalp, lost in the gold spikes that were steadily becoming unkempt from her excitement.
He jolted against her, his arousal twitching impatiently; she mewled like a kitten in heat. Before she was aware of it, one of her hands had traveled down to the button of his pants, snapping them open and tugging down the zipper swiftly. Using one hand to lift her dress to her waist, the blonde used the other to pull aside the bridge of her panties, his middle finger dipping down to run against the slickness of her arousal. The kunoichi squirmed against him. Before her pants could turn into protests, he had slid inside her, all the way to the hilt and filling every aching inch. Involuntarily her hips rolled against him, each upward thrust forcing her closer to what she needed.
Their tongues couldn’t resist each other. They were caught in a flurry of open-mouthed kisses while their bodies came against each other again and again, until his retreated to find her shoulder. Naruto bit down on the nape of her neck, hard. Sakura cried out, the unexpected pain tipping her into climax while his spilled inside of her.
They sat in that position for what seemed like forever. The pants eventually slowed and the blonde retracted his mouth from the possessive wound he’d left moments before. For a moment she thought his eyes were crimson, but shoved the idea from her mind the instant it revealed itself. Quietly they came apart, buttoning and tying whatever had come undone. Sakura smoothed the wrinkles from her dress, unsure of what to say as that familiar lump formed in her throat. Naruto watched her with a quiet intensity. He had wanted to make her his, but now she looked like a doll that he had broken. Her unspoken regret was painful to see.
“Naruto, I--” she choked.
“Don’t say anything, Sakura,” he whispered, taking her face in his hands and kissing her with all the tenderness he possessed. She gripped the straps of his tank top as she wrenched her lips from him, the uneven emotions overwhelming her.
“What are we doing?” Sakura said in exasperation, her brow furrowed together. Emerald eyes searched sapphire, but his thoughts were unreadable.
Without the strength to let herself cry in front of him, she pushed him away; her heart was crumbling. The kunoichi rushed to pick up the grocery basket and slip back on her sandals, lip trembling as the tears began to spill onto her cheeks. Sakura ran out of the gate, never looking back and hoping that it was the last time she would give in to something she had always wanted, but had not realized until now.
He watched her run away, dress rippling and tussled hair whipping behind her. Naruto fell back onto the swing, his swing, with a sadness that it had always known to be his. This was not how it was supposed to be.
------
A/N: I’m sorry to make the end of the chapter sad when it was going so well…I just don’t believe Sakura would have an easy time with the situation, given the circumstances, and despite her willingness with Naruto. Anyhow, next chapter as soon as I figure out how to clean up the mess.
Much love,
Usagi